Learning to punch

Chapter ~ 12

Family ||Xavier Coles

"In breaking news, A nine year-old boy is critically injured in hospital following an plane crash that claimed the lives of both of parents. The child suffered multiple serious but non life threatening injuries.

Aviation experts said the pilot of the plane, believed to have been the boy's father, was attempting an emergency landing on a grass airstrip after conditions had become treacherous.

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AEO of Iron production and younger brother of fighting legend Jaxon Coles, Jack Lewis was involved in a fatal light aircraft crash over the weekend. Mr. Lewis along with his wife tragically died before emergency services could get to the scene. Leaving behind their son who is currently in a stable condition in hospital.

Paramedics, several fire crews and police rushed to the crash site after a hiker saw the light aircraft crash. Kole was flown by air ambulance to New York General Hospital's specialist neurological unit.

The tragic crash happened shortly before dusk on Monday when it is thought that Mr Lewis  attempted an emergency landing after flying conditions deteriorated. It was not clear whether Lewis  owned the plane or had chartered it."

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It's been a rough few weeks. The death of my aunt and uncle was a huge blow to the gut, something none of us were expecting or could even consider the possibility of happening to our family.

The fact Kole survived is a miracle and even though I'm not a big believer that the man upstairs is real, I was thanking him and to anyone who looked over my cousin's life. It's going to be tough for the boy and for everyone but my family is strong. We will get through this.

Since Aunt Lillian is Kole's godmother, he will be living with them. Dad has already offered our full support financially and in any other way with raising Kole.

My parents got hit hard by Jack's death, both having raised Jack and Lilly like their own children. They don't leave the house much, the repairs on the boxing room were put on the back burner as they grieve and plan for the funeral.

I glanced at the letter in my hands, not particularly sure what to do with it. The letter was from my grandfather. I've never met him but have been told stories of him, good and bad depending on who you ask. My grandmother died when my dad was around my age, Anthony (my grandfather) he turned to drugs and alcohol to assist with grieving, which only turned him into an abusive man.

The story of my dad's teenage years and my childhood are almost identical. My birth father became abusive when my mother died giving birth to my younger brother who would of been eleven this year. He never got a name since he was a still born, I always liked the name Jasper so that's what I call him.

The envolope was addressed to all of us but the letter was addressed to my dad, apologising for the pain he caused and a general summery of his life at the moment. He is remarried, living in South Carolina somewhere. Obviously he herd of his son's death and is asking - pleading- if he can attend the funeral and be given a second chance in rekindling some sort of relationship with his kids.

It's been around twenty seven years since my dad last talked to his father, seven of those years were spent in jail, an extra ten of those he had a restraining order so he couldn't come anywhere near where we lived or have any contact with us. He re-married nine years ago to a lady called Maurine, who has three daughters and two sons from her past marriage, all grown up and are around dads age of thirty five.